


The Changes In Me Are Your Pleasure

by frickfrackpaddywack



Category: Original Work
Genre: Amputation, Dark, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Degradation, Dehumanization, F/M, Loss of Control, Loss of Identity, Loss of Limbs, Male Dominant, Medical Procedures, Mind Control, Non-Consensual Body Modification, Non-Consensual Drug Use, One Shot, Orgasm Denial, Pain, Penis In Vagina Sex, Rape/Non-con Elements, Robotic limbs, female submissive, it pronoun, mind chip, no happy ending
Language: English
Status: Completed
Published: 2020-03-27
Updated: 2020-03-27
Packaged: 2021-03-01 07:54:05
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence, Rape/Non-Con
Chapters: 1
Words: 5,202
Publisher: archiveofourown.org
Story URL: https://archiveofourown.org/works/23347990
Author URL: https://archiveofourown.org/users/frickfrackpaddywack/pseuds/frickfrackpaddywack
Summary: Lisa wants to make a few extra bucks to pay her rent, so she volunteers for a medical trial. Unfortunately for her, there's more to the drug trial than she could have ever dreamed, not even in her worst nightmares.
Relationships: Original Female Character/Original Male Character
Comments: 3
Kudos: 117





	The Changes In Me Are Your Pleasure

**Author's Note:**

> a gift for a twitter pal! Hope you all enjoy this dark little morsel.

Lisa was short money again, for the third month in a row. She was going to have to find some way to supplement her income if she wanted to make ends meet. She pulled out her phone, and scanned through the local ads. There had to be something out there.

“Gee, that doesn’t sound sketchy at all,” she mumbled at her phone as she scrolled past an ad that was just a number to call. “Junk, junk, junk - oh!” She stopped. There was a small ad for a medical trial, and it paid a small sum. It wasn’t a lot but it sounded pretty neat, and would be enough to cover her costs. “Trial for nearsighted women, ages eighteen to thirty,” she read aloud. Lisa was a nearsighted woman, between eighteen and thirty! What luck! It wouldn’t fix her money problems forever, but it would help for the moment.

Lisa dialled the number, and a receptionist picked up. 

“Hello, Doctor Peterson’s office, how may I help you?” the receptionist asked.

“Uh, hi, I’m calling about your drug trial ad for nearsightedness?” Lisa said, the words coming out as a question in her nervousness. She really did hate the phone.

“Oh, excellent! You’re our third call today,” the receptionist told her. She could hear the smile in the woman’s voice, and it helped her to feel less nervous. “We have an opening this afternoon if you’re free,” she said. “You’ll need your health card, and we’ll have a waver for you to sign,” she told her. There was no time like the present she told herself.

“Sure! What time?” she asked.

The receptionist gave her the time and an address. It was off the beaten path a bit according to google maps, but not too far from a bus stop that she wouldn’t be able to get there. It was just on the edge of the bus routes. She’d still have about a twenty minute walk, but that was doable.

Lisa grabbed a quick shower, and changed into something a bit nicer, and then headed out to catch the bus. The ride was long, and she found herself fidgeting in her seat. She pulled out her phone and did some quick research on Doctor Peterson. From what she could gather, he seemed like a well respected doctor, creating cutting edge technology, and drugs that were ‘saving lives’ as the articles all claimed. He was also mentioned in a government program of some sort, but she couldn’t find a single detail on it.

Her bus stop was coming up, and she tucked her phone away. She rang the bell to get off, and once she had left the bus, she realized just how in the middle of nowhere she was. There were woods for miles, and the only indication that she was in the right place was an enormous gate with a sign reading  _ The Peterson Institute of Science and Medicine _ above it. She walked through the big metal gate, and noticed that there was fencing all along the property with barbed wire along the top. Ominous, but she supposed they were trying to keep out trespassers. Though who would come all the way out there to trespass was beyond her.

The walk to the actual building was long, and she definitely wished she had a car. The winding driveway twisted through the woods, and she followed it for a good twenty minutes before she finally came upon a massive white building. It was a modern piece of architecture, all clean lines, and sharp angles. It must have been fairly new. There was no parking lot that she could see, and not a single car in sight. They must have had a parking garage. She looked around, and the place seemed almost deserted. If it weren’t for the security cameras following her she would have thought the place abandoned altogether.

At the front of the building were two large glass doors, and she made her way over to them. There were no handles. How could there be no handles? She looked around for a switch or some sort of communication device, when she heard a voice above her.

“Welcome, you must be Lisa,” came the receptionist’s voice she had heard on the phone.

“Oh, uh, yeah,” Lisa stammered, feeling wholly unnerved.

“Please come in,” she said, and there was a small buzzing sound before the doors swung open.

Lisa walked inside, and gaped. The place was enormous, with high vaulted ceilings, and marble floors as far as the eye could see. It was so clear that it was a privately owned research facility by how extravagant everything was. Chandeliers cast soft light, and made everything almost sparkle. She walked down a long corridor, and it opened into a reception area, with screens covering an entire wall, showing every angle of the facility.

“Hello, Lisa,” the receptionist said. Lisa spun around to find her standing behind her, holding out a clipboard.

“Shit, you startled me,” she said, a nervous giggle escaping her.

“My apologies. We have some forms for you to fill out,” the receptionist said, holding out a tablet. “Did you bring your health card?” she asked.

Lisa fished out her health card from her wallet, and then thanked her, and took the tablet. There was a whole host of questions, and things she had to sign. She skimmed it as best she could, but it was so long, and all the medical terminology and legal crap was making her head spin. She signed all the spots she could find that required a signature, and filled out her medical information before handing it back.

“Thank you, dear. You may have a seat. Doctor Peterson will see you soon,” she said.

“Wait, isn’t this a group trial?” Lisa asked. “Where’s everyone else?”

“Not to worry. Doctor Peterson simply prefers working one on one for this particular project,” she said.

Lisa nodded to herself, and sat down in one of the large arm chairs. Her body sank right into it, the cushions cradling her. The material was so soft too. Where could she get one? It was incredibly comfortable. She pulled out her phone, and frowned when she realized there was no reception there. Her data didn’t work either. They must have been too far away from the nearest cell tower. She tucked it away, and sat there bouncing her leg up and down. She didn’t know why she was so nervous. It was just a medical trial - and hey- if it worked she might have better eyesight after. 

The click of boot heels on the marble floors made her look up. Coming down the hallway was a handsome man in maybe his mid to late forties, in a white lab coat, with dark hair and just a touch of grey at his temples.

“Lisa? I’m Doctor Peterson,” he said in a soft voice. 

“Hi,” she said, scrambling to stand up. “I’m Lisa, but I guess you figured that out already,” she said, a small nervous laugh escaping her. Thankfully he smiled.

“Welcome to my research facility, Lisa. Come this way, and we’ll get you started,” he told her.

Lisa followed after him, having to walk faster than normal to keep up. The doctor took such large strides.

“Do you know what we do here, Lisa?” Doctor Peterson asked.

“Research from what I could tell. I looked you up and you’re heading a lot of new technology and medicine developments,” she said.

“That’s right,” he agreed, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. “You’re going to be helping me with a new experiment today,” he said. “It could really change a lot of lives for the better, so let’s hope we have success!”

Doctor Peterson led her into a bright examination room, with a seat in the middle. He went about grabbing a few things, and patted the seat for her to sit.

“Have a seat right here,” he said.

Lisa sat in the chair, and jumped when he started to place a strap around her head.

“Hey, what’s that for?” she asked, a well of anxiety opening up in her.

“This is to make sure you don’t move and hurt yourself during the procedure,” he said.

Lisa could see that he had a needle in his hand out of the corner of her eye. She was so distracted she almost missed what he said.

“Wait - procedure? Isn’t this just a drug trial?” she asked.

“In a manner of speaking, it is,” he said. He pushed a button on the chair, and restraints wrapped around her wrists and ankles. “But it’s also so much more than that.”

No, no, no, something was wrong. Why would she need restraints for a drug trial. What did he mean it was ‘more than that’? She tugged at the restraints, and as soon as she tried to move they tightened. The Doctor made a tsking sound.

“None of that 646,” he said as he tapped the air from the needle. “Toys that malfunction have to be rewired,” he said.

Something was so very, very wrong. She struggled again, but it was no use. She was trapped.

“I have a name!” Lisa snarled. “Let me go, asshole!” 

This was a nightmare. It  _ had  _ to be a nightmare! She screamed, crying for help. She saw the camera in the room, and shouted at it.

“Someone save me!”

Doctor Peterson ignored her, even as she began to cry. He slid the needle into her arm, and a cold burning filled her veins. She tried to scream for help, but her mouth wouldn’t work. What had he done to her? She wanted to move and struggle, but her body wasn’t listening either.

“There, that’s better. Such a noisy thing you are,” he said. “But don’t worry, a toy like you is easily fixed. I just need to take you apart first.”

Oh god, what was he going to do to her? Tears were still rolling down her face, but her breathing was being forced even by the drug inside her, an artificial calm that her mind didn’t feel. She was wailing inside herself, trying to make her body listen, but it was no use. Doctor Peterson undid the restraints, and picked her up, placing her on a cold examination table, and a horrible bright light shined into her eyes.

Doctor Peterson was standing over her, holding a recorder.

“Subject 646 has proven to be receptive to the drug. It is now laying still, heart rate is elevated, however breathing is normal. I will have my nurse take vitals in ten minutes once the drug has taken full effect of its body. I may need to adjust the solution. It is currently wearing clothing. I will remove any unnecessary obstacles now,” he said. 

Lisa heard him put the recorder down, but couldn’t move her eyes enough to watch what he was doing. He returned a moment later, and she felt something cold touch her leg, before she heard the tell-tale snipping sound of scissors. He ran the blade up the leg of her jeans, and then did the otherside. He lifted her to remove her pants. He then took the scissors to her shirt, until all she had left was her panties and bra. He made quick work of them too, and she was left naked and cold on the steel examination table, embarrassment and outrage filling her up.

“It has the usual assets, breasts, nipples, cunt,” he droned into the recorder, as if she bored him. “I will be replacing its limbs for something more efficient, and controllable,” he said.

Lisa wanted to scream, but couldn’t, her voice trapped inside her now uncooperative body. She was drowning in fear, her thoughts running away with his terrible words. What was he going to do to her? Was he planning on cutting off her limbs? She lay there, staring at the ceiling like some doll waiting to be played with. Except the child playing with her was a sadistic doctor who had the skill set to ruin everything about her.

“It's leaking fluids again. I will have to adjust the neural implant for it, in order to eliminate this issue,” he said.

Doctor Peterson put the recorder down, and she heard the door slide open. Was someone there to rescue her?

“Ah, nurse. Perfect timing. Subject 646 needs to be brought to surgery. It needs alterations, as well as a rewire,” he said.

“Of course Doctor Peterson,” the nurse said, her voice eerily calm.

What was wrong with these people?! Did they not see what they were doing? Were they all corrupt or had he ‘fixed’ the nurses too?? Lisa was lifted onto a gurney, and all she could do was lie there and panic. They took her down a bright lit hallway, and now the chandeliers and the marble seemed horrifying in the face of their plans for her. Who put chandeliers in a torture facility?

“Oh, Doctor,” came the receptionist's voice. Lisa’s heart gave a small hopeful leap as she appeared before them. “I have eliminated all traces of 646 for you. Its identity has been erased from the records, as per government protocol,” she said. Lisa tried to scream once more, as despair took her. They were all in on it. They were government sanctioned even! 

“Excellent work,” Doctor Peterson said. “We’re just about to start surgery,” he told her.

The receptionist excused herself, and then Lisa was once more being wheeled naked down the hallway towards her doom. 

The operating room was dark at first, but they switched on the lights, and she was once more unable to see much. Lisa wanted to beg, to plead for her life. They couldn’t do this to her! She had only wanted a few extra bucks to make it through college in one piece, not this!

Lisa was moved to the operating table, and strapped down once more. She could feel the cold press of metal against her skin, and the air was chilling her, making her nipples stick out. The Doctor looked at her and laughed, and gave her nipples a hard flick.

“646 is cold,” he snickered, giving them a hard tweak. It hurt, even as it sent confusing signals to her body. Lisa tried to glare at him, but her face was still unresponsive. “Don’t worry, soon this useless shell of a body will be replaced with machinery that will control your internal and external temperature, just like a well oiled machine,” he said. It wasn’t comforting at all, and the horror of what was about to happen hit her. Her mind was a mess of panic, and there was nothing she could do.

Doctor Peterson washed his hands, and snapped on a pair of gloves. They were going to start, and Lisa was going to throw up. Oh god, it was really happening. He slipped on a face mask, and a large face shield, and then approached with what she could only describe as a saw.

“First we’ll be removing the limbs, and replace them with robotic ones, and then we will implant the neural inhibitor chip,” he said to the nurse.

“Very good, Doctor,” the nurse said in her terrible monotone.

He turned on the saw. Wasn’t he going to freeze her, or put her under or something?! He came closer, and brought the terrible implement to her left arm. She couldn’t stop it, not even beg. The saw cut into her flesh, and the world was noise and pain. Agony burned through her body as her arm was detached. Her vision swam in and out of focus, and bile rose in the back of her throat. She was going to die - she was sure of it. 

She saw him taking her arm away, and a surreal horror filled her. That was her arm. It was no longer attached. She would never move it again. Had it not been for the drug she would have passed out. As it was, it kept her alive, awake, and alert. She prayed for death for the first time in her life. Anything would be better than the searing pain she was in.

“One arm has been removed. Now we will attach the robotic limb,” Doctor Peterson said.He lifted the face shield, since it was dripping with her blood. Then the nurse handed him a sleek metallic arm, and he placed it at her shoulder. While the loss of her arm had been torture, having him fuss around with her bloody shoulder was somehow worse. She could feel his fingers prodding and poking, and pulling at nerves. She could feel the warmth of her own blood on her body, and it was all too much.

Lisa had no idea how long she laid there, silently screaming, trapped inside the anguish of the Doctor’s experiment. He attached the arm, but there were three more limbs to go. She wasn’t going to make it.

“You know, 646, the drug I administered earlier is very interesting. It overrides the mind, and takes control of the body. Originally it was meant to make my toys more susceptible to brainwashing, but as it turned out, it makes their poor little brains unable to shut off. I’m sure this is agony, having your limbs removed without anesthetic of any kind. It’s a shame you can’t scream. The nurse so loves it when the toys scream,” he laughed. “Isn’t that right, nurse?”

“Yes, Doctor,” she said, still with no inflection. 

“You see I rebuilt the nurse to be excited by pain. She masturbates after every surgery, unable to hold herself back,” he said.

Lisa wanted to spit on him. What a sadistic fuck. If she was 646, then that meant there were six hundred forty five people before her. Her mind shuddered at the thought. What terrible things had he done to them? What more would he do to her?

“You’ll be similar once I’m done, but you’ll be even more of a toy - a fuck toy to be more precise. I have a patron who wants a pretty thing to play with, and who am I to say no. Besides, if all goes well, I’ll be one step closer to the perfect drone army the government wants,” he said. “You, however, are just for fucking. Nothing more than a few glorified holes for a cock. I have a nice shipping container all set up, once you’re ready and have been tested.”

He leaned over her, looking her in the face for the first time since he had injected her.

“Does it bother you to know that you won’t be human anymore? Once I’m done you’ll be more metal and plastic than anything. You see, 646, you are whatever I say you are, whatever my vision is, and you are  _ nothing _ . Just a toy to play with, break, and maybe fix if your owner doesn’t get bored first. You’re a meaningless object, that I’ve given new purpose to. You should be grateful,” he said.

He worked on her right arm, and Lisa was once more enveloped by pain. That didn’t stop the doctor from talking though. How she wished he wouldn’t.

“No one will ever come for you. Why would they? You don’t exist outside of this facility. Even if you ran away, and asked for help, the government would send you right back. You see, 646, no one needs you more than they need my work. You’ve been blessed, truly, to be a part of such a large advancement in science,” he told her. 

He was silent while he attached the other arm, and Lisa was grateful for the small reprieve. She didn’t want to hear him, and his awful words. She didn’t want to think about that. No, she would stay strong, and one day she would free herself. She just had to be patient.

Lisa tried to tune him out as he worked on her legs, but it was hard. He kept talking to her like she was a thing, an object, not even human. It was getting to her.

“Once you have new legs, you’ll be almost done. All that’s left is the brain chip to control it all,” he said. “Then you won’t have to worry about pesky thoughts anymore. You’ll be nice and blank, just like a toy should be. I might program you to be happy about being fucked though. I’ll have to ask your owner what his preference is,” he mused. “I’ll also increase your pleasure response, and make it so pain makes you excited. I’m sure he’ll love how wet you’ll always be.”

No, she cried inside. She didn’t want to be a fuck toy, or get excited from pain! She wanted to go home! She wanted her life back! She didn’t want some awful chip in her brain, making her feel and think things!

“I can’t wait until you’re done. Nothing gets me more excited than testing a new product. I’m sure your cunt will take my cock nicely. You’ll love it, because you won’t have a choice to feel otherwise,” he snickered. “Science is the ultimate tool for happiness. Once I’m done you’ll be the happiest little toy alive. Getting fucked will bring you nothing but joy, whether it’s your ass, or your cunt, or your mouth. You won’t be allowed to orgasm without permission however - that’s for humans. But you’ll be perfect for bringing pleasure to others - won’t that be nice?” he asked. 

When her legs were done, he moved to her head. 

“This will hurt too,” he said, smiling at her.

He shaved a small spot on her head, and then there was fiery pain as he cut into her with a scalpel. She felt him chip away at her skull, and saw the piece he pulled out. He then held up a little round disk that looked like a computer chip.

“This will control everything. I’ll be able to reprogram you with my laptop or phone,” he explained. “You’ll be easy to control then, and you’ll feel so much better once you can’t think for yourself anymore.”

Lisa realized then that there would be no escaping if her mind wasn’t her own. She was going to be nothing more than a doll, a toy, a plaything for some rich creep. Crushing misery settled into her. She wasn’t going to be able to fight - wouldn’t even want to once the doctor was done with her.

The chip was placed inside her brain, and her skull was sealed back up. Her skin was taped together, and soon there would be nothing left of who she was. He wiped her down, washing her of all the blood, and sweat and tears.

“Now, I’ve developed some new technology that speeds up healing so we’ll have to leave the room while the machine works. I’ll start the programming of your mind, and then we’ll see where our little toy is at after that,” he said. He and the nurse stepped out, and Lisa was left all alone. She was terrified of what she was about to become. The lights flicked off, and a sound so loud it shook her body filled the room. She could feel her skin and nerves attaching to the robotic limbs, healing into place, becoming a part of her forever. She still couldn’t move however.

“Alright 646, I’m turning on the program,” the doctor said over an intercom.

She wished herself goodbye as the computer chip came to life.

Subject 646 needed to bring pleasure. It needed sex to be happy. Nothing would please 646 more than a cock. A needle was pressed to its arm, and 646 could speak once more, but first needed permission.

“646, how do you feel?” Doctor Peterson asked.

“Hello, Doctor Peterson. I feel so happy to see you. Would you fuck my cunt please?” it asked.

“Well done. And very polite,” he said. “I will do that, but first we need to test your new limbs,” he told it.

“Of course, Doctor,” it said.

“First move your left arm up and down, and wiggle your fingers,” he ordered.

It moved to comply. Its arm was perfectly functional, moving up and down, its fingers able to wiggle. It repeated it with the other arm upon instruction, as well as its legs. All were in perfect working order. 

“Good. Now tell me 646, what are you?” he asked.

“I am a toy, made for fucking and pleasure. My holes are for my owner’s cock,” it said.

“Yes, excellent. Now beg me to fuck you,” he ordered.

It’s eyes went wide, and it moved onto its hands and knees, its soft breasts hanging low.

“Please, Doctor, my slick cunt needs your cock. I cannot function without it,” it begged.

“Hm, not bad, but I think you can do better. Nurse, turn up the personality dial, and the pleasure sensitivity,” he called out.

Its body was on fire, a burning desire for a cock making it tremble with need.

“Oh Doctor,” it said, its voice breathy and high. “You have such a big, thick cock, and my aching, dripping cunt needs to have it inside. I need your delicious cum inside me. I can’t live without it,” it whined. “Please, let me have your cock. You can use any of my holes,” it said, pleading with him.

“Much better. Since you asked so nicely, I will reward you with my cock,” he said. “Lie back, and spread your legs for me,” he told it.

It hastened to obey, spreading its metal legs, to display its soaking wet cunt to the kind Doctor.

“First, touch your clitoris, and tell me how it feels,” he instructed.

It moved its right hand to its clit, rubbing over it with cold, hard, unfeeling fingers. A small voice said it had never felt so good. Its sensitivity seemed to have increased.

“It feels wonderful,” it said. “The fingers are cold, and it is making me horny and excited to rub my erect clitoris with them,” it told him.

“Very good,” he said. The doctor had pulled out his cock, stroking his hard length. He was excited which made it happy. He pulled its hips closer to him, and then pressed the tip of his cock to the entrance of its cunt.

“Yes, please, Doctor, I need your cock,” it cried out.

“Yes, yes, I know,” he said, patting its leg. He pressed in and it moaned like a proper whore, feeling the delicious stretch of a cock in its cunt. He thrust into it, letting out a small grunt of pleasure.

“Play with your nipples,” he ordered.

It moved its hands to its chest, flicking and pulling at its erect nipples. Each touch made it gasp, heat coiling between its legs. It was pleased that its body had been changed to be more pleasurable.

The doctor was rocking into its cunt, fucking it in a slow rhythm that had it moaning with delight. It loved cock, and being fucked. Nothing was better in all of the world. It would happily live for cock. The doctor’s phone rang, and he answered it.

“Yes, I’m just testing your new toy now,” he said. Oh! It was its new owner! How exciting. “It’s cunt is very nice, I think you’ll be pleased. It’s quite wet, and it begs well.”

There was a pause as its owner spoke.

“I’ve increased sensitivity, though it can’t currently orgasm without an order to. I can change that if you’d like,” he said. “Oh, I’m glad you like that little touch,” he laughed, never once stopping his hips. “Yes, I’ll have it packed up and sent to you later today,” he said. “Of course. Thank you again for your support.”

He hung up the phone, and placed it aside. He grabbed its hips, and held it still as he fucked it hard.

“Tell me, does my toy feel good?” he asked. “Not that it matters to me, but clients want what they want,” he said, with a roll of his eyes.

“Yes, I’m so wet, and your cock feels incredible, the way it’s filling me, and fucking me,” it moaned. “I love being fucked,” it cried out. It paused, an important question popping into its mind. “Do I please you?” it asked.

“Very much, so,” the doctor crooned. “You’ve become the perfect little sex toy, so happy to be fucked,” he said grinning. “I almost want to let the mind control go, so you can see what you’ve become,” he said.

It had no idea what that meant, but was happy that the doctor was pleased with it. The doctor was getting close to release, it could feel his cock twitching within its cunt.

“You have no idea what a rush it is, stripping someone of everything they are, making them into a pretty little toy to play with,” he moaned. “You’re nothing but a cock sleeve now, and I did that. I’m the human who can turn anyone into whatever I want,” he panted. “You only have purpose because of  _ me _ . I will give the whole world a new purpose, reprogram as many as it takes to reshape our society into something beautiful, logical, and pure. Science was meant to guide us, but so many deny its truth. But they’ll see. I’ll show them all, just like I showed you,” he purred. “Your head is probably so blank, nothing left but cocks, and pleasure,” he told it, petting its face. 

“Yes, cocks,” it moaned, slurring the words together.

“See. Everyone would be so much happier if they were like you,” he said. 

“Everyone should get to be happy,” it agreed. It wasn’t sure what everything meant, but happiness felt good, and wasn’t it nice for everyone to feel good.

“Not to worry, 646. By the time I’m done, everyone will be happy,” he said, a vicious grin spreading across his face.

He fucked it in earnest then, his thick cock rutting into its cunt, until he was shuddering and growling out his pleasure. It squeezed down around him, taking in all his cum. Its insides were twitching, wanting to cum too, but it simply couldn’t without permission. 

Doctor Peterson pulled out, cum trailing after him, and he tucked his cock away inside his trousers once more. He wiped up the mess between its legs, and then slid a dildo into its cunt.

“There, now let's get you put away, so I can ship you off later,” he said.

It obediently followed him to a room with a large box. It climbed inside, lying curled up on its side. The dildo started to vibrate, and it moaned, wishing for release that wouldn’t come.

“Enjoy your new home. I’m sure we’ll see each other again. He has a history of breaking his toys, so I’ll be fixing you eventually,” Doctor Peterson said. He strapped it into place, and inserted oxygen into its nose, and then a lid was slid on top of the box. The world was dark, and all it could do was writhe in pleasure as it waited to be delivered to its owner.

  
  
  
  
  
  
  



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